[ they're allowed to keep rubbing for a bit as they think, wayland leaning into it with a soft grumble as he eyes it for a moment. ]
Barely been here, been sleeping in the woods mostly. Those'll do. Thanks.
[ they've got a good eye. it does look to be abandoned the closer they get to it. unfortunately, he has to pull away from where fingers are giving him The Good Scritches, tail wagging a little as he finds some thick foliage to slink behind. of course there's the sounds of a shift happening, the tapping into of one's primal urge and—
poof! he's a dude! a tall dude, with stacked muscles and tattoos. his clothing has been spelled to his body, thankfully (we love our theurges ok). from his shirt sleeves, tattoos of feathering is visible, leading down towards black snakes that wrap around his arms to his fingers. there, on his hands and at his collarbone, are stark scars against his tan skin.
he'll turn and give them a smile, some pink petals already deciding to fall into his hair. sighs. ]
That... feels a little better. Reckon you can understand me better too.
[ he lifts up a hand to sort of. just. realign his jaw a bit. something clicks back into place. much better.
also he smells a little little bit like... wyrm.............. but different? it's weird. ]
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Barely been here, been sleeping in the woods mostly. Those'll do. Thanks.
[ they've got a good eye. it does look to be abandoned the closer they get to it. unfortunately, he has to pull away from where fingers are giving him The Good Scritches, tail wagging a little as he finds some thick foliage to slink behind. of course there's the sounds of a shift happening, the tapping into of one's primal urge and—
poof! he's a dude! a tall dude, with stacked muscles and tattoos. his clothing has been spelled to his body, thankfully (we love our theurges ok). from his shirt sleeves, tattoos of feathering is visible, leading down towards black snakes that wrap around his arms to his fingers. there, on his hands and at his collarbone, are stark scars against his tan skin.
he'll turn and give them a smile, some pink petals already deciding to fall into his hair. sighs. ]
That... feels a little better. Reckon you can understand me better too.
[ he lifts up a hand to sort of. just. realign his jaw a bit. something clicks back into place. much better.
also he smells a little little bit like... wyrm.............. but different? it's weird. ]